Sunset Boulevard

Chapter 7

Sully was walking down Beverly Hills' more popular shopping outlet, being named The Golden Triangle, as he recalled, with designer boutiques and snobby, rich and beautiful people coming and going; a regular occurrence for this part of town.

It had that heir of affluence to it, and the stores were set in a strip on either side of the road. The buildings were all perhaps 3 stories, made of white stone - making it resemble that very old, awe-inspiring Italian architecture - and had big floor-length windows with mannequins, dressed in the season's latest, occupying the space.

The writing above the stores (they came in variations - curvy, blocky, silver, black) were the only thing Sully noticed that really differentiated each store from another. As clothing and fashion were never his strong suit, he looked upon the decked out shops as looking entirely the same.

Then, the roads were lined with tall, healthy green palm trees that sometimes shaded the pavement from the sun, and the pavement themselves were spotless grey-white slabs.

"No, I don't fucking know where Juno is," he snapped into the phone. "He left before I could get a word in."

His language and volume, not to mention his scruffy designer-less boots, were gaining some unwanted, unwelcome attention. Those walking past sneered at him, looking down their noses, but one look from Sully and they'd all but quickened their pace without another dirty look back.

"Then find him!" The voice screamed back before cutting off the call.

Sully ground his teeth together, snapping the phone shut and slipping it in his pocket.

If I knew how to do that, he thought angrily, I wouldn't be in this fucking area.

He was passing each store at a lazy pace, glancing in before losing interest quickly. He didn't need any of their designer shit, and the person he needed didn't seem to be there, either.

And then he chanced upon the store that read, in cursive silver letters, Yves Saint Laurent. He happened to look in just as a familiar blonde opened the curtain of the dressing room at the back of the store. It was directly vertical to the entrance, so it was impossible to miss. She twirled around in a white, floaty summer dress that accentuated her small waist and lightly traced her curves. It stopped just above her knees, but her long tan legs were still prominent.

Sully couldn't hear her, but he saw her lips moving quickly, before settling in a big gummy smile. Upon inspection, it seemed she was talking to a man that he figured, as his back was faced towards him, had dark wavy hair, average height and a muscular build.

His ivory eyes turned back to her. The girl was substantially more beautiful than the whores he knew, but then again, they were supposed to look cheap. This girl was designer, born and bred. And he had a feeling she wouldn't settle for anything less.

He was still pondering to himself, when her eyes met his in a sudden, unexpected move. He thought she would just hide, but instead, she offered him an awkward smile.

Sully couldn't help but laugh bitterly, briefly wondering what was wrong with the girl.

He shook his head and tore his gaze away as she pulled the curtain back behind her with a last flourish.

With a last glance, the sandy blonde turned and started down the street. He went back to casually inspecting the rich boutiques at a leisurely pace, though all he really wanted to do was get far, far away from the place - the scent of different perfumes mixed in the air, and it was making him slightly sick. Not to mention the couple-of-hundred dollar dresses and shoes that were over-priced and over-estimated.